The turmoil on the chessboard seemed to be clear in the end, but there were endless variables hidden in the remaining chess pieces, subtle and obscure.
Therefore, whether the chess game is tragic or peaceful, whether the chess style is fierce or forbearing, when it comes to the end game, it is the situation created by the chess player.
No matter how this situation looks to outsiders.
Only people who play chess will know what all this means.
There are not many chess pieces on the chessboard.
Most of the chariots, horses and artillery were killed.
The fortune teller of the red chess piece is disabled.
Black's two soldiers are still guarding.
The red chess piece also has horse artillery. At this point in the chess game, it can be said to be the most powerful weapon.
However, a few of Black's pawns have crossed the border between Chu and Han, and there is a strong sense of oppression in each step.
Bai Zhanfang sat down on the sofa and watched the chess game without saying a word.
When the endgame reaches this point, the role of the chess pieces is no longer significant, and the control of the chess game is the key to victory or defeat.
The two old men playing chess were extremely patient, thinking long and hard, making careful moves, taking every step step by step, and remaining calm.
No matter how dire the situation is, all they want is victory.
How important are the chess pieces that were thrown off the board before victory? Now that they are out of the game, they are not important to the outcome.
Bai Zhanfang watched silently.
Time passes slowly.
The old men at both ends of the chessboard played chess slower and slower, the chess pieces on the chessboard gradually became less and less, and the large blank areas revealed only solemnity.
"Tie."
Bai Zhanfang, who had been watching the chess game, finally spoke.
He didn't know the thoughts of the chess player, but he could clearly see the outcome of the chess game.
"For the disadvantaged side, a draw is a victory."
The old man holding the red chess piece chuckled.
The old man's beard and hair are all white, and even his face looks abnormally pale. His face is old, his eyes are dim, he is dressed in simple cloth, and he looks extremely haggard.
But his voice and temperament were unusually calm.
It is the stability and calmness accumulated over many years, and every move is shining with the light of wisdom.
"A peace is a peace. I am a soldier. To me, failure to destroy everything is a failure. This is true on the chessboard, and it is true outside the chessboard. A draw is equivalent to coexistence. If we are enemies, how can we coexist? It is best to kill them all."
The old man holding the black chess piece was dressed in a Tang suit with a red face. Counting Bai Zhanfang, among the three, he was not the youngest in actual age, but he looked the most energetic and powerful. Even though he was over seventy years old, he still had a full sense of humor in his words.
The decision to kill.
"You are just too murderous. When ordinary people are at a disadvantage, the first thing they think about is how to survive. Once you are at a disadvantage, the first thing you think about is how to die together with the other person. This is the tradition of your family, whether it is good or not. What you just did
In a game of chess, if you can calm down, I have little chance of winning. But you are decisive in killing, and you would rather lose soldiers and generals to kill to the end, so I forced it into a draw. The chess game is so innocuous, if it is placed outside the chessboard, the two sides will lose.
The game between two families has reached this level, how cruel is it?"
The old man with a haggard face sighed softly, looked at the opponent in front of him who was silent, and chuckled again: "But a strong killing intention also has the advantage of a strong killing intention. If you didn't have this temper, you wouldn't be able to cultivate the current Central Continent Killing God.
However, in many things, it is better to be more diplomatic. If you are too strong, you can easily be forced into a draw by using pawns, or even turn defeat into victory."
"I can't help it, your pawns are not ordinary."
The old man in Tang suit laughed, his tone knowing.
"My pawn has now crossed the river and will become your pawn. I hope he can be more aggressive under your influence, but it would be best if he could be more diplomatic at the critical moment."
The old man said this quietly, his face becoming more and more haggard.
The old man in Tang suit played chess and was silent.
Li Honghe.
Cold light in the east city.
A former war god who protects the country in Central Continent.
A former permanent minister of the military in Zhongzhou.
Without anyone noticing, the two men secretly appeared in Youzhou and at the Bai family manor before the high-level meeting began.
"One more round?"
Dongcheng's cold eyes raised his head and glanced at Li Honghe.
Li Honghe said a lot.
Dongcheng Hanguang heard a lot, but for him, it was a bit aggrieved to end up with a draw in a situation where he had an advantage.
"Okay, the same goes for another round. How many times have you won in more than twenty years?"
Bai Zhanfang said angrily, not giving any face to this relative. He added water to the teapot and changed the tea leaves. The fragrance of tea began to spread in the living room again.
"It hasn't happened a few times."
Dongcheng Hanguang looked dissatisfied.
"One game of chess a year. Tianlan is twenty-two years old this year. Calculate how many games you have played and which one have you won?"
Bai Zhanfang was not polite at all.
"I've never lost either."
Dongcheng Hanguang seemed a little angry.
Li Honghe smiled and waved his hand: "Han Guang and I each have our own strengths. In some places I am not as good as him, and in some places he is not as good as me. That's why I chose to neutralize it back then."
He told the truth.
Sincerely.
From the year when the Li family collapsed to now, for twenty-two years, Li Honghe has come here every year to play a game of chess with Dongcheng Hanguang.
Twenty-two years, twenty-two draws.
It's all a draw.
Li Honghe looked down at the chessboard, his eyes a little dazed.
He was the former God of War in Central Continent, but even during his most glorious period, he never had any strong aggression. He had been mediocre all his life. When faced with anything, his first thought was not to win.
But seek peace.
Such a war god from Central Continent has certainly had glorious achievements, but there are not many achievements that can be remembered by people.
He was seeking peace, so he rarely had great victories, but Zhongzhou had never been defeated during the years when he served as the God of War to protect the country.
At that time, Li Honghe was very stable.
Zhongzhou is also very stable, a bit scary.
So until now, Li Honghe still can't understand why he raised a son who was so aggressive and aggressive after spending his whole life being mediocre.
Steady, moderate, and summative.
This is the secret of Li Honghe's success.
No one will doubt the secret of their success, at least until they fail.
Therefore, even though he discovered the undercurrent between the Li family and the Beihai Wang family, Li Honghe was still confident in his control, and he still attempted to play a draw between the Beihai Wang family and the Li family.
But no one gave him this chance.
Li Kuangtu didn't give it, and Xia Zhi didn't give it either.
While he was still making plans, the entire situation collapsed in an instant, flooding the sky and making it impossible to recover.
The moderation he sought and the draw he sought were so hesitant and hesitant in hindsight.
It was at that time that he finally began to reflect on whether there was something wrong with the way he handled it.
Looking at the whole world, he is definitely the best at playing chess.
When he was at a disadvantage, he could equalize the situation, which Dongcheng Hanguang couldn't do.
But when he had an advantage, Dongcheng's cold light could wipe out everything with overwhelming force. Li Honghe asked himself that he couldn't do this.
With the advantage, if he were to play chess, I'm afraid it would still be a draw, or even a loss.
The collapse of the Li family back then was the result of his bent on seeking peace when he had the upper hand.
It was precisely because of the awareness of his own shortcomings that the Li family had the subtle relationship it has today with the Dongcheng family, the Bai family, and even the Zou family later on.
Li Honghe silently put away the chessboard.
He looked at Bai Zhanfang, who looked a little worried even though he was making tea, and said with a smile: "The meeting was lively, wasn't it?"
"It's more than lively."
Bai Zhanfang shook his head and didn't say much. Both Dongcheng Hanguang and Li Honghe were able to get the detailed content of the high-level meeting immediately. Dongcheng Hanguang didn't need to say more. As for Li Honghe, although the Li family collapsed because of Li Kuangtui, Li Honghe
No one dares to deny his own achievements, just like Li Huacheng personally supported Li Honghe at the last Youzhou Conference. At certain times, in terms of status, Li Honghe is still the top retired giant, so for more than 20 years
, the content of every high-level meeting would be sorted out by staff for him to review, but Li Honghe never expressed any opinions.
"Tianzong is a little anxious."
Li Honghe said quietly: "If he can be more patient, maybe there will be other results."
He was silent for a while, and then smiled to himself: "Let him go. The Xuewu Army is not bad, and it is very suitable for the current Tianlan."
"The simple Snow Dance Corps is really good."
Bai Zhanfang looked at Li Honghe: "But what about Wang Tianzong and Gu Xingyun?"
"Let them be."
Li Honghe's tone remained calm: "I will stay in Youzhou for a few more days to visit some old friends from back then."
Bai Zhanfang and Li Honghe looked at each other.
Li Honghe's old friends back then are basically big guys today as long as they are still alive.
And he is also the retired boss of the Southeast Group.
"Brother, do you want to personally play a game with the juniors of the Beihai Wang family?"
Dongcheng Hanguang hesitated for a moment and then asked.
"Where will it be my turn?"
Li Honghe chuckled: "I will make some preparations. But this time in the chaos in Eastern Europe, the little girl named Qin from Snow Country is the protagonist."
"Foolproof?"
Bai Zhanfang's eyes narrowed and he asked.
"How can there be absolute certainty?"
Li Honghe shook his head: "10 out of 10."
Dongcheng Hanguang and Bai Zhanfang's bodies relaxed at the same time.
"Anyway... we were the ones seeking change at the expense of the Li family. The plan has reached its final stage and we have no way out. If I can help us get through this difficulty, it will be such a great favor. The Dongcheng family will not be able to think of it."
Report."
Dongcheng Hanguang was silent for a long time before speaking in a low tone.
Li Honghe shook his head, looked out the window, and said softly: "Helping you is equivalent to helping me, Mr. Li."
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The scope of European sanctuaries is extremely small.
But to some extent, the Holy Land can be called one of the most terrifying countries in the world.
Because there is faith here.
And faith has no national boundaries.
Belief.
This is a word that represents too many special meanings. It is sacred, a destination, a place of worship, and cannot be blasphemed.
It also means absolute madness.
This is a country built in the Seven Hills, the capital of Italos. It is a country within a country and is a holy place in the hearts of nearly two billion believers around the world.
Qin Weibai came to the Holy Land for the first time.
It can't be said that I came here by invitation, nor is it an uninvited guest.
It's more like an instant and natural cooperation between both parties under certain conditions.
There is a Holy Palace in the Holy Land.
The person who lives in the Holy Palace is the Lord of the Holy Realm and the spokesperson of the gods in the hearts of more than one billion believers.
The bright sunshine shines in front of the Holy Palace.
The ancient Holy Palace seems to be plated with a layer of gold in the sunlight, mysterious and majestic, with a sense of solemnity that embodies history and time.
Qin Weibai stood quietly in front of the Holy Palace gate.
The sun fell on her body and in the Holy Palace.
Both she and the Holy Palace shine.
In this state, Qin Weibai was like a goddess statue standing in front of the Holy Palace.
Beautiful, flawless and indestructible.
But it's a bit empty.
Lin Fengting stood next to Qin Weibai, looking at the solemn palace in front of him with amusement in his eyes.
"This is my first time here."
Qin Weibai said softly, her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was holding back, but with a clear sadness that seemed to penetrate deep into the bone marrow.
"I don't have any wine."
Lin Fengting joked: "Do you have a story?"
"No."
Qin Weibai smiled and shook his head, with a calm tone: "I just remember that a long time ago, a man promised his woman that he would let the owner of this holy palace personally host their wedding in the church opposite.
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Lin Fengting's eyes were quietly gentle, even a little tender.
"Then this can be regarded as the highest-level grand wedding in any era. I thought about it when I was young, but unfortunately I didn't do it. He didn't do it either, right?"
Lin Fengting laughed softly.
"He did it."
Qin Weibai said, her eyes a little cold: "But that woman gave up on her own."
Lin Fengting was stunned for a moment.
Qin Weibai didn't say much. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to straighten the hair on her forehead.
Her movements were very slow, but her whole temperament kept changing as she raised her hand.
The void gradually disappears.
The sadness disappears.
The trance subsided.
The wind started to rise in the sunshine in front of the Holy Palace.
The wind blew through her long hair, causing her hair to fly.
Seems like in the blink of an eye.
Qin Weibai's temperament became extremely cold and sacred.
That is a kind of arrogance.
Or rather arrogant.
Arrogance is a sin.
In front of this holy palace where humility should be maintained the most, Qin Weibai was only arrogant.
She slowly walked into the Holy Palace.
The crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground of the Holy Palace is very proud and enchanting.
A masked palace guard came over.
He seemed to know the intention of Qin Weibai and others, so he saluted and then silently led the way.
In the study room of the Holy Palace, where endless knowledge and wisdom has been deposited, an old man covered in moon-white robes stood quietly in front of the door. He looked at Qin Weibai and Lin Fengting, who were walking over under the leadership of the guards, with an implicit and gentle smile.
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The old man's appearance is not handsome, but his face is extremely warm. He is short in stature, white robe, silver hair, neat and clean.
A black cross hangs on his chest, and against the backdrop of the white robe, it has a full visual impact.
Holding a heavy book in his hand, he stood in front of the door, but it felt like he was standing on the horizon.
It was an indescribable sense of distance.
He is also an indescribable old man.
Qin Weibai walked up to the old man and looked up into his eyes.
True arrogance is never exaggeration, but a kind of silence and insouciance when facing the sacred, the supreme, and the glory.
The old man is still smiling.
His eyes are as deep as the sea, wise and profound.
Grace, kindness, gentleness, wisdom.
Like gods.
"Please come in."
The old man waved the guard to leave, looked at Qin Weibai and smiled.
Qin Weibai walked forward in silence and walked into the study that was equal to glory and wisdom.
The study room is simple and plain, like a holy palace, only ancient and heavy.
"You amazed me. I marveled at your beauty, marveled at your intelligence, marveled at your decisiveness. But you also made me angry because of your arrogance."
The old man still held the book and stood in front of Qin Weibai and said softly.
His voice was gentle and quiet, but extremely powerful.
It was not force, but an indescribable heaviness and oppression, as if his words could determine everyone's fate.
"I don't like it here."
Qin Weibai said, her Latin fluent and cold.
She sat down in front of the old man with an indifferent expression.
The old man in white robe was not angry, but asked softly: "You have no faith?"
"have."
Qin Weibai nodded: "I only believe in my man."
The old man looked at Qin Weibai quietly and was silent for a long time.
Qin Weibai looked at the old man with extremely aggressive eyes.
She is sitting.
He is standing.
So Qin Weibai looked up at him.
But at this moment, she was like a queen who reigned over the world, majestic and noble.
"Still arrogant."
The old man said calmly.
Qin Weibai didn't say anything, but quietly stretched out his hand.
She came here to see what she wanted to see, and if the old man gave it to her, this cooperation would be a happy one.
The old man did not hesitate, but handed the heavy book in his hand to Qin Weibai, and said softly: "The Lord is merciful, you should thank the Lord."
Qin Weibai said nothing and took the book from the old man's hand.
The book is extremely thick, and the cover is a strange black color.
This is a book that is famous in the dark world. The content has been changing for hundreds of years, but the cover has never changed.
This is the famous "Roster of Heretics" in the Holy Palace.
It records every person in every era who is most likely to cause great chaos.
To put it bluntly, it’s every master.
Qin Weibai opened the book and said calmly: "I came here because of the chaos in Eastern Europe."
"The Lord gave you the roster because of the chaos in Eastern Europe."
The old man smiled and remained calm, but his eyes gleamed with wisdom.
Qin Weibai raised his head and glanced at him.
She turned over the names on the first page of the roster.
His list is on page two.
The first page of the second page has a letter and Chinese characters.
The Sword Emperor of Zhongzhou, Wang Tianzong.
Under this name, there is all the information that the outside world can collect about Wang Tianzong.
Qin Weibai lowered his head and looked at the information.
The old man looked down at Qin Weibai.
Qin Weibai stretched out his hand.
Her fingers were slender and delicate, as beautiful as jade, and seemed to sparkle with jade light.
Her fingers lifted it slightly, but did not turn the page.
Instead, he calmly but quickly tore out the entire page.
The pages of the book fluttered in the air and fell into the old man's hands.
"guilty."
Qin Weibai said.
Her cold voice sounded in the study, but it seemed to shake the entire dark world.
The old man caught the page and smiled calmly: "It should be judged."
Qin Weibai continued to turn the pages.
A page was torn out.
There is also a name on the page and very little information.
Li Xi, the young lady of the Li family, the wife of the lord of Kunlun City.
"guilty."
Qin Weibai said.
The old man caught the page again and said with a smile: "It should be judged."
The pages of the book continue to turn.
Irene Golden Eyes, Grand Duke of Rothschild, Queen of Shadows.
The pages of the book were torn out.
"guilty."
"Should be judged."
The leader of the Chiang clan in South America, Chiang Chien-sung.
"guilty."
"Should be judged."
The pages of the book continued to turn.
The pages of the book in the old man's hands are getting thicker and thicker.
Each one should be judged.
Qin Weibai tore off a page again.
Lord Templar, Chaos.
"guilty."
The old man caught the page, glanced at it calmly, and said with a smile: "The Lord will take back the glory given to Him. He should be judged."
Qin Weibai raised his head and looked at the old man.
"Where is the Lord's sword and knight?"
She asked straightforwardly.
Judgment is not preaching.
It is redemption and purification.
But at the end of the day, a trial is a trial.
We need swords, we need knights, we need strength.
The old man looked straight into Qin Weibai's eyes and said calmly: "I will crown Aresis."
Qin Weibai looked at the old man.
After a long time, she nodded.
Always arrogant, she bowed slightly and her noble head seemed to be lowered: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
His Majesty.
There are two His Majesties who are known all over the world.
His Majesty the Sword Emperor of the Beihai Province in Central Continent.
And the other one.
It is His Majesty the Pope in the Holy Palace of the Holy Land!
The Holy Land is originally the headquarters of the Holy See.
The old man picked up a scepter and placed it on Qin Weibai's head. He smiled and said, "The Lord appreciates the humble."
Qin Weibai lowered her head, looking at the ground with cold eyes.
She is never humble, but when she needs to bow her head, she will temporarily bow her head.
She needs the power of the Holy See, just like he needs the Lin Clan, the Dark Knights, and all the power.
Her goal has never been simply to focus on Wang Tianzong.
What she was looking at was the entire dark world.
In the chaos of Eastern Europe, she will also judge the entire dark world!
The world is guilty.
All should be judged.
The pope put away his scepter.
Qin Weibai stood up and left the study in silence.
The old man stared down at the pages in his hand with deep eyes.
A tall guard walked into the study.
"I cannot accept her arrogance."
The guard's eyes were angry: "Blasphemy! She puts herself in a higher position than you. This is blasphemy! I refuse any cooperation with heretics."
"I promised her that I would crown you."
The Pope looked at the pages in his hand and pointed to the door with the hand holding the scepter: "Get out."
The guard's expression changed, and he suppressed his anger and walked out of the study.
He could occasionally reject the Pope.
But he could not refuse the papal scepter.
That represents a higher power than the Pope.
The Pope carefully put down the pages in his hand and picked up the register of heretics.
The roster is very thick.
So Qin Weibai did not turn to the end.
The Pope turned to the penultimate page of the roster in silence.
The information on that page is equally simple.
Qin Weibai, the will of the Palace of Reincarnation.
The Pope narrowed his eyes, reached out and gently tore off the pages, and placed them in the pile of pages that needed to be judged.
His eyes relaxed slightly and he chuckled: "The guilty should be judged."